The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Crystal's POV:

My daughter pushed herself to tell us to save Arron, then she promptly passed out.

It made no sense to me. Wasn't my son sleeping soundly in his room at this moment? Besides, I had a trusted subordinate stationed nearby to keep an eye on him. There was no way something could have happened to Arron.

I took precautions to keep him from appearing in front of others while we were in the imperial capital. As far as the public was concerned, I had a son, and Beryl simply liked calling me Mommy.

If anyone had indeed been targeting me, they wouldn't have known enough to come for my son.

Unless... Unless the culprit already knew about his existence. My mind raced back to the message from last night. Was the sender aware that Arron was mine and Rufus' son?

"I'll send for a doctor and have her checked. You should head back and make sure Arron's all right. Call me if anything happens." Rufus lifted Beryl into his arms without missing a beat.

I snapped back to my senses and fell into step behind him.

To my surprise, he paused and reached out to stroke my head. "Pull yourself together and calm down. You need to find Arron first. Hurry, or he might really be in danger. You've got this, Crystal. Arron needs you."

I took a deep breath and nodded. "Right. I'll go. You should call me, too, if something happens."

word, I transformed into my wolf form and went bounding toward my residence. I still refused to believe that they had somehow gotten to my son, but I had to admit that whoever was behind this, they had done

used Beryl as bait to get me and Rufus out of the

more anxious I became.

subordinate from a distance. He was still standing guard at the door. Everything seemed

turned back into my human form and strode over.

"Arron left some blueberry cake for you in the fridge. Made me promise to make you eat them breathed a sigh of relief. Beryl might have made a mistake, after all. I padded into the kitchen and took out the cake and a fork, intending to take it upstairs to see my

subordinate

right, thank the

longer. I'll go

a while, and

to get

palace, just

a forkful of cake into my mouth. I was already heading in

hours," my subordinate said as he

food I was chewing and whirled around with a grown.

the last three hours? Not even to go to the